#cattullystark

send me a ‘dibs’ if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner

Grunting as she came to, green eyes opened as she pushed herself off of the ground a little to be able to twist her head about before sitting up to massage her forehead with dainty fingers. "What happened? Last I knew, Tesla had started up that... Damnable invention of his..... If that thing has gone wrong and hurtled me backwards or forwards in time or space, the Lord forgive me but I will kill him!" Came her soft melodic voice before she tilted her head up once more and , slowly, began to test her muscles and bone structure.

"Wonderful...... One rib slightly cracked, won't take long to heal, others are healing...." She then twisted her head and great white wings flicked themselves out from behind. "Wings intact, no damage or injury... Thank the Lord for small mercies..." She muttered to herself as she slowly stood up and started to brush down her white dress. However as she shifted her wings whilst straightening her spine, a sharp hiss escaped her lips as her hand flew to her back. "Damnation! Maybe not quite what I had thought..... Nikola Tesla, with the Lord as my witness, I will kill you! Despite your relationship with Dr Magnus!" She growled as she slowly straightened her back.

The formally pristine white dress was now a little dirtied but otherwise was still fully flattering on her form. The bodice hugged her curves and curved over her decolletage but dipped lower in her back for her wings to move about and flap with ease, she had nothing on her shoulders for her sleeves started just off of them before trailing down her arms to a point at her middle fingers, her skirts flowed gently from her hips to the ground so the hems were now starting to get quite dirtied from the ground but Elizabeth didn't mind as she twisted around to get a look at her location.

-loves on u- I'm gonna pay them no attention really. 

wxbslinger said: Well that was a complete waste of time anon. Go mind your own business.

Yep!!! Also, I love you.

cattullystark said: *hisses at anon* While everyone is entitled to their opinion, being rude is uncalled for. If they don’t like your writing they can get the fuck out of here. More room for the rest of us to love you.

-snuggles mama!stark- I love you, thanks!

rangerbeyondthewall said:wow, dumb anon is dumb. You are a brilliant Margaery (and Dacey too!) and you should never listen to stupid anons like that. They’re just jealous of your floral swagger x9000000.

I love it and I’m getting ideas, and if this becomes a thing, please, sign me up.

You had me at sci-fi westeros au.

Cat as political advisor to both her husband who is head of a planet that gets covered in snow a lot. Not always snowing, but there's a lot of snow. It's clearly further back from the sun than say, Dorne.

And Winterfell is the capitol. 

And White Harbor is their space port. 

cattullystark

Lyanna lounged in Catelyn's private chambers, resting in an arm chair with her legs draped over the side. Her Queen was in a private meeting with some sod from down south and had asked to speak with Cat privately. While she always respected the wishes of her oldest friend and the Queen in the North, she hated being alone. For all of her years, Lyanna had always been in Catelyn's shadow. She always had a place with her friend, her sister. But now that she was queen - and Ned was away on some sort of "kingly" business - Cat was left to rule the entirety of the North on her own.

no one here said anything about forgetting.

Sir Malcolm for king of everything.